by Brian F Kirkham
As you know, there’s a day in the year where endless
Numbers of children up and down the land
Take to their beds (early)
In the hope that in the wee hours of the
Christmas season starting, they’ll get a chance to
Inspect what’s been left under the decorations.
Presents, delivered by mr claus
After he’s landed his snow covered sleigh and entered the house
To the little ones, its the pinnacle of all those days
In school and at home – being good
Of course – by the time he gets here they’ll be asleep – coming from the
North Pole with his Naughty and Nice List.
By the same Author: Preparation
I’m an evolving writer/landscape photographer from Salford who has taken up poetry after the doctors put me on some enforced house leave. The pics I take are used in the blog or are used to create something for the blog! The blog allows me to play around with ideas – not only poetical, but also in short story form.
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